I woke up this morning after a wonderful evening with Dan, Ashley, Sarah, and Shelley. We watched some movies, it was great. I fell asleep :-/

Anywho. The first thing I saw when i woke up, was my brother. He was wrapped in a towel, and looked like he had shoe polish smeared all over his head. It turns out he had dyed his hair to black. Whatever.

I was fortunate enough to be nominated to haul everyone to my uncles so I get in my car and wait at the end of the driveway for the rest of the stooges to get their crap together. I call Dan, and the Jensens and wished them and their families a Happy Thanksgiving. I was about to call Sam when they fell out of the house and into my car.

We managed to get up to my Uncle's house, and then Mom and Gary got married. They called in a JP and did it right there in my Uncle's living room. Right in front of the fire. It was short and took about four minutes.

Gary is my step-father. It seems so strange. Its official. Bizarre o_O.

After that we had a small breakfast. Nothin' better'n eggs and champagne, right? And then we watched Elf. It was 5 out of 10, but it had one of those endings that left you all tingly. I guess I rated it so low becuase I hate movies where the characters get themselves into a problem, and you can see the confrontation coming a mile away, and get bored with it before it even happens, and you just hate the character for getting into that mess. I think its a serious condition called apex apathy, but don't worry; I'm getting the help I need.

After Elf, we had a smashing meal thanks to all the women-folk. It was great. Everything that a traditional Thanksgiving has, and then some.

Throughout all of this there were long periods of boredom. On one such period Dan called me and said that he was at my house, and inquired as to where I was. I was in Feeding Hills, though I there would have been little that I wouldn't've traded to be there with him. On another, I was again the chosen. I got to bring my great aunt to pick up her car at my grandmother's. For those of you who don't know, my aunt is old. She was a Captain in the Air Force and she retired 4500 years ago. She's traveled the world, she is very political, and (it seems wacky religions run in my family) she is a Christian Scientist. Look it up.

Over dinner before we left, out of the blue, she started talking about Laos and how the people didn't know what individual property was like. It was an interesting experience, and everyone just talked over here to their neighbors. She reminds me a lot of the grandfather on the Simpsons.

Its only a little after four, and the day is not over. I will post later if anything happens.

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